“What’s the other part?”
“Me giving you not only what you want but discovering what you need and seeing to that as well.” He patted his thighs and bit back a smile when she tried to take a step back. Too bad he still held her hand and stopped her with a quick yank that caught her off balance and tumbled her over his lap.
Flipping her hair out of the way, she turned her face up to him, the flash of arousal in her eyes at odds with the surprised quaver in her voice as she stuttered, “You… you’re going to spank me? Why? What’d I do?”
“Nothing,” he replied, keeping his tone bland as he rested his hand on her leather-covered ass and felt her buttocks clench in response.
“Then… I don’t understand.”
Confusion was good. Keeping her unbalanced and on edge would, with luck, end this before it went too far. “I enjoy tormenting my subs, dishing out long spankings and am especially fond of ass play.” He inched his hand down to her smooth thigh, her muscles tensing under his palm as he glided under the tight stretch of her skirt. Pushing up the hem, he cupped the underside of one plump globe.
Tamara flicked a look toward their audience, who were still conversing in soft tones but looking their way, the men with indulgent smiles, Sue Ellen with sympathy. A flare of heat lightened her eyes before she jerked her head down and wiggled her butt. “Fine,” she croaked.
Connor had been hoping for more resistance, her quick acceptance boding ill for a fast end to this scene. Resigned to continuing, he pushed the skirt all the way up, baring her fucking perfect ass, the narrow string of her thong bisecting her buttocks a sexy draw for the eyes. Smoothing his hand over her cheeks, he took his time enjoying the soft mounds, squeezing and plumping her flesh until she relaxed with a sigh.
“Very good, Tam.” He punctuated his praise with a light tap that didn’t even jiggle her buttock. Continuing in that vein, he snapped his cupped fingers across both cheeks, setting up a steady rhythm of teasing flicks, entertaining himself and the others. There was nothing more fun than ass play, but one peek at her glistening slit told him it was time to up the ante.
Pressing his left hand on one thigh to steady her, he delivered a sharp smack that pulled a startled gasp. “Problem?”
“No, just wasn’t ready,” she mumbled.
“You remember the safewords, right?” he asked with the next swat.
“Yes.” She nodded, swinging her hair.
“Good. Keep quiet now unless you need to use one.”
Connor spanked her again, and again, increasing the strength by slow increments while maintaining a regular, smooth tempo that built up a heated redness over her quivering backside. Her gasps changed to low moans as he smacked her harder, the moans turning to whimpers that accompanied the shift of her hips under his hand.
“Be still or I’ll ask Master Devin and Master Greg to hold you,” he warned. The quick way she stopped moving drew amused chuckles from the men.
Connor drew out the spanking, slowing and then speeding up, softening his blows before adding a bite of sharp pain with harder slaps. He kept a practiced, careful eye on Tam’s face and body, making sure he didn’t push her too far but enough to give her a good example of pain play. From the continued dampness glistening between her legs, he figured he didn’t need to fret over going too far. Which meant it was time to move on to phase two. A lust-induced thrill stirred his senses as he smoothed his hand over her burning flesh and ran through his options. If she insisted on pushing him into taking her further, he would follow Caden’s advice and get this unasked-for craving for a taste of her out of his system.
“I’m proud of you, Tam,” he told her, adhering to honesty as he helped her sit up. She winced as her naked butt landed on his denim-covered thighs but the glaze of arousal in her pewter eyes spoke volumes, confirming his inability to turn her off from this pursuit.
Resigned to his fate for the evening, he nudged her face up with two fingers under her chin and made sure she was steady enough and aware enough before hauling her upstairs. “Do you need a moment, little one?”
The little minx shifted her ass against the press of his erection and shook her head. “No, Sir. Now what?”
There was no mistaking the eagerness in her voice that matched the excited expectation etched on her face. “Shit. I swear you’ll be the death of me someday. Come on.”
Tamara locked her knees as she stood and realized how wobbly her legs were. With her buttocks throbbing with heat, her pussy aching with a neediness she’d never felt before, she took a deep breath and followed Master Connor as he drew her toward the back stairs. Thank goodness he’d tugged down her skirt even though she admitted to getting an illicit thrill from the exhibitionism part of her first over-the-knee spanking, a spanking those few taps he’d given her at the clinic hadn’t prepared her for. Never in her wildest imaginings could she have envisioned the sheer eroticism of a bare-butt spanking, not to mention how arousing she’d found it to be. Now, with Connor’s urgency coming through loud and clear giving her hope this would all work in favor of advancing their relationship, she trotted up the stairs eager for whatever he planned to do next. As she’d suspected before tonight, if it was Connor’s hands, mouth and eyes on her, she was game for just about anything.
“Do you need help with getting out of that dress?” he asked as they reached a spanking bench.
The music drifted upstairs and blended with the murmured voices and soft, tormented cries resonating around the dim loft. The bench appeared to be the only piece of equipment unoccupied, but that was fine by her.
“No, at least I don’t think so.”
“Then strip while I get a few things.”
Tamara watched him saunter over to a wall cabinet as she shimmied out of the stretchy leather, the brush of cooler air drawing her already puckered nipples into beaded pinpoints as her breasts bounced free of the tight confines. Master Connor returned carrying several objects, the sexy bristles covering his bearded jawline failing to hide the tense tic in his cheek. She knew the second his eyes landed on her denuded labia and hoped that hot gaze meant he was losing his battle to resist her.
“Why is it,” he drawled, tossing his hat and stroking one finger over a nipple, “you can continue to surprise me after all these years?”
“I’m good at it?” Her teasing grin slipped as he circled her nipple and then plucked at the tender nub until she leaned into his hand with a groan. With his riveted, undivided attention focused solely on her, she found it easy to block out the rest of the activity going on around them.
“Yeah, you are. Do you know what these are?” He held up a pair of wicked looking silver clamps, each attached to a four-inch long, one-inch wide metal tube.